If only my mom wasnâ€™t Diabetic, she would have loved getting her hands on these:
But unfortunately, she is. So itâ€™s up to us â€œkidsâ€ to enjoy these yummy treats. Read more
Iâ€™ve been feeling guilty for not blogging as regular as I did before. Aileen told me after the Band of Bloggers Badminton last night how she noticed I hadnâ€™t posted anything for the past weekâ€”I felt even guiltier. Sorry about that guys, Iâ€™ve been extremely busy with work and organizing the 2007 Philippine Blog Awards (especially with the Awards Night so near). And yes, this will be a short entry (sorry Abe, but this is already short for me! Hehe).
For those who still donâ€™t know, the Awards Night will be on the 31st of March (this coming Saturday) at the Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium (Podium 4, RCBC Plaza) from 6PM to 8PM. Itâ€™ll be a semi-formal to formal affair (no jeans please). If youâ€™re a blogger, but not a finalist, and you still want to go and watch, see the instructions here on how to get an invite. Since the auditorium has a limited seating capacity, we canâ€™t accommodate everyone and their battalions. Remember, this is an affair for bloggers, by bloggers. And when we say bloggers, we donâ€™t mean â€œbloggers and their delegations.â€
Anyway, judgesâ€™ score sheets are already coming in. In a few days, weâ€™ll know who will be bag the Awards. Iâ€™ve completed my own score sheet, and Iâ€™ve breezed through some of the other judgesâ€™ who already sent theirs. Although Iâ€™d be one of the first people to know the winners, I donâ€™t know who will win until weâ€™ve made the official tally (duh). I canâ€™t help but wonder myself who will be considered the Philippine Blogosphereâ€™s best this year.
So, who do you think will win in this yearâ€™s Blog Awards?
Sometimes, you just need to know when itâ€™s time to concede.
The past month had been pretty busy for me. Atop of client projects, thereâ€™s the 2007 Philippine Blog Awards. I donâ€™t think running an event like this comes close to the stress of planning a wedding, but pile of work + event is stressful enough to make me light up a cigarette every now and then. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ll ever have the heart to get back the smoking habit, but sometimes stress can just be a tad bit unbearable.
Being a co-head organizer for the Blog Awards, thereâ€™s nothing for me to concede to. But when it comes to household work, there sure is. My parents brought me up to be â€œa fighter,â€ a person who will not back down when the going gets tough. But sometimes, itâ€™s really advisable to agree to a ceasefire. Read more
Iâ€™ve always known that I am a workaholic. And like any addict, Iâ€™m glad that Iâ€™ve finally gone through the first stage: Admit that you have a problem. Yes, Iâ€™m admitting it. Iâ€™m Gail, and Iâ€™m a workaholic.
Iâ€™ve been raised in a family where having home-based businesses are common, where 9-to-5 jobs arenâ€™t the usual. My late grandma used to import Hawaiian fertilizers and repackaged them for Philippine consumption, my mom had her flower shop, my dad his photography studio. Heck, even my momâ€™s brothers are pilots. Though they are still employed under an airline, their jobs arenâ€™t what youâ€™d call a regular â€œ9am to 5pmâ€ job.
As you can see, itâ€™s quite clear why I would have a profession where I had no one to answer to except my clients. I already mentioned it before, I tried working for a companyâ€”a call center to be exactâ€”but it didnâ€™t suit me. I was (and still am) used to being â€œaroundâ€ entrepreneurs, so the idea of working for somebody elseâ€™s company didnâ€™t give me any satisfaction. Itâ€™s like what my mom said, â€œthe highest â€˜positionâ€™ you can ever attain as an employee for a company is â€˜President,â€™ but you can never be the owner.â€ Read more
Iâ€™m not sure if thatâ€™s how Spidermanâ€™s Uncle Ben said it in the movie, but thatâ€™s how I remember it.
Maybe itâ€™s because Iâ€™m just the type of person whoâ€™s easy to please (heck, I laugh at even the stupidest jokes known to mankind), but I always thought of this â€œgreat powerâ€ that Uncle Ben referred to can be manifested in even the simplest of ways, like driving a car, spearheading an event, writing a blog post, or posting a reply on an un-moderated comment system. I see it as the perfect quote representing accountability.
I know I shouldnâ€™t be thinking about trivial things like this nowâ€”Abe and I are already at the brink of insanity with all the things we needed to do for the Philippine Blog Awards and other stuffâ€”but I canâ€™t help it.
I guess thatâ€™s the problem of being too observant for your own good. True, it can help you coax a really juicy secret out of somebody for the simple reason that you caught them off-guard, amusing yourself and your equally gossipy friends in the process. But it can also be a source of annoyance when you notice that a television host says â€œthatâ€™s rightâ€ too often to be allowed on screen, and bring a sad realization that there are people who are prepared to take the credit, but not ready to face the responsibility that goes with it.
Although being observant helps you notice things that other people donâ€™t see, it doesnâ€™t give you the powers of a psychic (no, Spider Senses arenâ€™t included)â€”you still wonâ€™t know when those realizations will come until itâ€™s actually shown in front of you. And when it is, it hits you like a thousand bricks falling on your headâ€”a thousand bricks that in first place shouldnâ€™t even be falling on your head but on somebody elseâ€™s. Thatâ€™s the saddest part about being too observant: you sometimes notice things that shouldnâ€™t have been your problem in the first place, but will eventually become yours for the simple reason that there are just some people who canâ€™t seem to see eye-to-eye with Uncle Ben. Read more
Haha. Just kidding. Of course not.
Weâ€™re already starting to go through entries (about half a thousand of them) for the past few days for judging. And since the Personal Category is the most saturated, thatâ€™s where I started. So before giving Abe and Jayvee copies of the master list for checking, I just had to warn them: expect to see a lot of Harry Potterâ€™s behind.
People seemed to be more interested posting photos of Daniel Radcliff (the actor who plays Harry Potter) on their blogs naked than talking about Book 7 (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, yeah thatâ€™s where I got my nasty post title).
Iâ€™ve been seeing this photo all over blogs (but the photo above I got from Mugglenet), although thereâ€™s another one thatâ€™s a tad bit moreâ€¦ revealingâ€”too revealing for me to post in this GP-PG blog. Harry Potter showing his back and shaking a naked behind. Yeah. He was naked, as in, stark naked. Read more
Before he became a photographer for the Philippine Daily Inquirer and had the distinction of being one of the countryâ€™s best sports photographer, my dadâ€™s studio used to take pictures for Miriam College Grade Schoolâ€”the same school where I had my elementary education.
I used to really hate it when my classmates called me, â€œdaddyâ€™s girl.â€ It sounded so lame. That label was for sissy girls who couldnâ€™t do anything without their daddies. I was a tough girlâ€”a varsity basketball point guard to bootâ€”and it really pissed me off when they called me that. But the funny thing was, I played terribly when my dad wasnâ€™t around to watch my games. It was like, I had no reason to play when he wasnâ€™t there.
Yes, my dad was (and still is) quite protective of me and my sister. Maybe thatâ€™s the reason why he enrolled me in a gym to learn kick-boxing before I entered college.
I could never really explain why dadâ€™s absence used to affect my game that much, until I started playing rough with boys at the basketball covered courts in college. I played well. And obviously, my dad wasnâ€™t there to watch (I donâ€™t think heâ€™d like to see his daughter get elbowed by guys hehe). But still, I didnâ€™t suck. Read more
Lame title, I know. But makes sense.
Since I couldn’t join Abe and the others for a weekend on the beach (I had the makings of a bad cold the night before, and I just can’t get sick with all the work I needed to do), Marc and I saw the Bridge to Terabithia last Saturday with my sister and his sister. We actually thought it would be some kind of a Narnia-turned-Lord-of-the-Rings kind of movie, but no. It was just a story about two kids with overactive imaginations.
These kids created a magical world of their own, where they also named themselves the king and the queen. But to go there, they must â€œcross the bridgeâ€ by swinging over a creek and make their minds â€œgo wide open.â€ Itâ€™s a pretty sad story, but for some reason, their overactive imagination reminded me of my own.
I canâ€™t say that they reminded me of me when I was a kid. Because as much as I donâ€™t want to admit itâ€”I still do let my imagination run wild. Besides, if I donâ€™t, I probably wonâ€™t be writing entries on this blog, nor would I be earning from web/blog design.
So, back to my question. What I meant by â€œcrossingâ€ is being able to go into that â€œmagicalâ€ world where anything is possibleâ€”the world of creative imagination. Read more
Itâ€™s not every day that you meet somebody who loves animals as much as you do.
Thatâ€™s where it all started. Connie and her kids are nuts about cats. Iâ€™m crazy about dogs. So whatâ€™s better than putting our blogging resources to good use and start a blog network for Pinoy pet-lovers? Read more